How beautiful to Behold are the shades and shadows of a mothers love
A mother is all those wonderful things you never outgrow your need for
Who ran to help you when you fall and would some pretty story tell or kiss the place to make it well your mother
Mother's hold their child hands for just a little while but their hearts forever
A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take
All that you are and hope to be you owe it to your mother
Youth fades love drops the leaves of friendship fall
But a mother secret hope outlives them all
